I wrench thee forth—I look on thee no more!
And thus—and thus— [she tears up the picture]
I scatter thee from out
The desecrated temple of my heart! [A pause.
My brain is hot—this swoln heart chokes my throat
Yet I am better thus than self-deceived.
Die, wretched queen! O die, dishonored wife!
I pant for the cold blessing of the grave!”
Next follows the trial of Ridley and Latimer. Cranmer, too, is present, and disputes, but is not on trial. The contrast between Gardiner and Pole is admirable. Mary, too, is represented as sedulously just. Ridley and Latimer speak, of course, as if perfectly conscientious and worthy of martyrdom, but make no attempt to disprove the principle of submission to authority, insisting solely on their own infallibility. The cardinal is at last compelled to say of them:
“This is very grievous!